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Anyone ever catch that Fonzie never broke a sweat on Happy Days? Think about it: Dude never took off his frickin’ leather jacket. Surely Milwaukee has a summer. Besides, somewhere in the course of all that hair-slicking, motorcycle-revving, and jukebox-pounding—not to mention sock-hopping—you’d think the Fonz’d get a little flushed. It takes nothing away from San Francisco–based band the Husbands to say that listening to their debut full-length, Introducing the Sounds of the Husbands, makes me think about the Fonz’s perspiration. That’s because from the first primal stabs of “Orphan Boy,” you know these ladies sweat. And, all Marty McFly comparisons aside, they could have rocked Arnold’s, too. Yup, you’ve heard this stuff on every garage record from the ’60s on, but it still sounds fresh—and punk—enough to make the Fonz look like a pansy. Hear the sounds of the Husbands when they play with Engine Down and These Arms Are Snakes at 8:30 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1811 14th St. NW. $10. (202) 667-7960. (CH)