You’ve seen The Big Lebowski, right — where Jeff Bridges plays The Dude, the pot-smoking, peace-loving, non-confrontational embodiment of laid-back slack? If The Dude has an antithesis, it’s The Nuge — the wild-eyed, bow-hunting, gun-waving yahoo who tends to look and act like somebody hooked up his nuts to jumper cables. When he isn’t, I dunno, eating the liver from a live elk or drumming up a militia to march on Obama or something, he is known sometimes to play guitar. And when he does, he’s a more appealing brand of madman than the bellicose loudmouth of late who’s discovered that liberal-baiting pays. The epic “Stranglehold” remains a jam and a half, and the dude’s never completely broken faith with his ’60s garage-psych roots (even if Damn Yankees was a close call). And his live shows retain some of the sizzle that slayed ’em at Municipal Auditorium back in the day, when a KDF Rock Card meant more than a driver’s license. The same belligerence that fuels both his bombast and his Tarzan theatrics still makes it into his solos, and I guess sometimes you have to take the wango with the tango. Or maybe you don’t. Either way, we’ll always have “Wang Dang Sweet Poontang.” Lisa Bouchelle opens.