If you’ve ever looked at the cover of Jay Reatard’s debut solo full-length Blood Visions—in which Reatard stands alone in a pair of red underpants, covered in fake blood—and expected to hear music that was a little bit tougher, you aren’t alone. The image can only suggest an Andrew W.K. level of drunken party-rock mayhem. Reatard does rock, more in a rowdy sleepover way than a keg-stand sense. His songs are unabashedly spazzy two-minute garage-rock explosions that sound like they were written in his mom’s basement after a long night of snorting Pixy Stix and chugging off-brand cola. Blood Visions effectively channels the nervous energy of a thousand unsung pimple faces, nerds, and 90-pound dreamers who recorded geeky songs that you can mosh to, even if they don’t make you thirsty for Natural Ice. Jay Reatard performs with Cheap Time and the Shirks at 9 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1811 14th St. NW. $12. (202) 667-7960.