They’re not just worshiping at the shrine of The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin, The Sights have what it takes to be the rock gods themselves.

A healthy crowd gathered Friday at Old Ironsides to witness their take on the 60s-inspired garage sound that has commandeered the ears of many music-lovers ever since The Strokes hit the scene.

That sound is more than garage; it’s a puree that pays homage to the last 40 years of music. Their talent and song-crafting skills show that these pupils of rock history can hold their own with the masters.

Hailing from Detroit (birthplace of Motown, The White Stripes and many a Ford vehicle), The Sights formed when singer Eddie Baranek was a freshman in high school. Their first gig was in 1998 and their debut, Are You Green?, was released a year later on the now-defunct Spectator label. Their sophomore effort, Got What We Want, was released this year on Fall of Rome records.

The band took the stage at 11 p.m. and quickly cut into the album’s opener “Don’t Want You Back,” a rollicking number that flipped gears through its many parts as drummer Dave Shettler’s head whipped around in a flurry of dirty blond hair.

Baranek’s stage presence evokes the detached and brooding aura of Kurt Cobain. But on “One and Only,” Baranek’s feet were spry, kicking with the rhythm as he strangled and shook the chords out of his guitar.

Vintage denim and scissor-shy mops of hair were the required uniform, a kind of casual rocker chic that the college-aged band clearly favors.

The most pop-friendly song was “Be Like Normal,” with a chorus so catchy it’s vaguely familiar. Is it a commercial jingle from my youth? Or part of some Jungian collective unconscious?

Matt Hatch excelled on bass with the swaggering “Got What We Want.” The music was a little too big for the tiny stage, so Hatch stepped off to give a little bass-in-your-face action to the crowd. But apparently the floor wasn’t big enough for one audience member who hopped on stage. Shettler threw her a silly grin as she danced next to his drum kit.

On organ, Nate Cavalieri clenched a cigarette in his lips on just about every song. The man played like a nicotine demon, so consumed with the music he forgot to exhale and spirals of smoke had to find their own way out of his mouth.

And as several patrons of Old Ironsides raised their beer bottles to the scruffy kids, The Sights were beheld as the rock band they have the potential to be.