At Long John Silver’s, you can’t just go and order a seafood combo. No, you have to dig up the nerve to ask for a Treasure Chest. If you want to order a double cheeseburger at Checkers, you are forced to tell another adult human that you want to spend some time with a Big Buford. A Moons Over My Hammy may cost $5.99 on the Denny’s menu, but that order comes with a hefty dignity tax, too. Seattle’s Supersuckers induce an effect similar to these dining experiences. Plenty of bands have stupid names, but the ‘Suckers duh-riffic style pervades every aspect of the group. Try being in your 30s and going up to a record-store counter to ask, “Do y’all have Must’ve Been High? No? Then how ‘bout Motherfuckers Be Trippin’? Oh, excuse me, it looks as if the last of my self-worth just leaked onto your sales floor.” Sure, the Supersuckers could be praised (or blamed) for helping kick off the cock-rock revival of the early ’90s. And vocalist Eddie Spaghetti (see what I mean?) just put out a pretty sincere solo record of firewater-obsessed country covers, entitled—appropriately enough—The Sauce. You have to appreciate anyone who will do a decent version of the ol’ Hag classic, “Misery and Gin.” But then again, when it becomes clear that Mr. Spaghetti’s best original is entitled “Killer Weed,” you may end up feeling like a man who just scarfed down a Lumberjack Slam. The Supersuckers play with Papa Shake at 9:45 p.m. Friday, June 11, at Jaxx, 6355 Rolling Road, West Springfield. $10. (703) 569-5940. (David Dunlap Jr.)