Who says that art-punk, or art-anything else, has to be cerebral? Not Art Brut. The quintet from Deptford, England, delivers what its name promises: edgy punk rock that’s simultaneously polished and brutalist, borrowing the textures of Wire and the abrasive wit of the Fall without either band’s barriers to entry. The band’s discography is piled high with blunt, simple titles, an album named Bang Bang Rock & Roll and a song called “Nag Nag Nag Nag.” But Art Brut is far from dumb rock—it’s just reveling in perpetual teen angst, the kind that wears its passion on its shoulder but points it at the gut. It’s not the stuff of literary scholarship, but Art Brut’s zeal gives the songs about girls, comics, mixtapes, and boozing a profundity that speaks as sharply to your grownup self as it does to your inner 15-year-old. If that’s not art, what is? ART BRUT PERFORMS WITH PRINCETON AT 8 p.m. AT THE BLACK CAT, 1811 14TH ST. NW. $15. (202) 667-4490.