Forget complex tempo changes, brooding artsy-fartsy bullshit, eclectic triphop excursions, and discernible “insightful” lyrics. This is go-for-the-throat-with-a- rusty-switchblade, late ’70s-style gutter punk. This is the Nerves. The Chicago trio’s jittery attention-deficit debut for Thrill Jockey (28 minutes) isn’t particularly catchy, but every one of its 13 numbers is full of garage-rock sicko satisfaction. Deranged aggressive guitar, crazed Jello Biafra-like howling, and wholesale stick abuse are utterly relentless. The Nerves’ tunes are like ’60s garage classics strained through Wire’s Pink Flag, only a bit more frenetic. Like recent Japanese exports Guitar Wolf and Teengenerate and the unpredictable Dwarves of Sub Pop’s heyday, the Nerves strip rock ‘n’ roll down to its essential parts, pour the nitro in, and put the pedal down. They can barely keep this baby under control. Have you got the guts to ride? With Jet Lag and Love As Laughter at 10 p.m. at the Metro Cafe, 1522 14th St. NW. $5 (202) 518-7900. (John Dugan)