More than 3400 dazed and deafened fans of The Who, finest of all rock groups, moved slowly, quietly, robot-like out of the Berkeley Community Theater last night at 11:30. They had just heard the finest two-hour concert of contemporary music of their lives.

They knew it, The Who knew it. When the incredible evening ended the numbness of disbelief lingered on.

Exaggeration? I cannot exaggerate perfection.

"Finest contemporary music?" I think The Who are incomparable. They're a one-team league of their own.

The Who last night performed a lengthy truncated version of their guitarist Peter Townsend's opera "Tommy." They did an indescribably powerful and imaginative version of Mose Allison's funky jazz-blues theme called "Young Man Blues."

Their current "My Generation" is better than the first version from the early 60s. "Summertime Blues" and all the rest are fresh, exciting, musically complex and original, vibrant with spirit and enlightenment.

Vocalist Roger Daltrey, his ringlet-mop of hair flying like a wig in a clothes dryer, has become a first rate singer. His elegant choreography, mike swinging yo-yo style up, back, around and hand-to-hand, all this contributes to his audio effect.

Especially on the incredible "Tommy" Daltrey has come into his own. He screams, but it's musical. He moans and wails, entwining the mike stand with arms and chords and legs. He spread-eagles against a speaker box, then leaps out, singing more, and louder.

The magnificent, tall Peter Townshend, most visual of rock musicians, in white jump-suit, leaping, skidding, singing, playing. Townshend is the preeminent electric musician. Not just a traditional guitarist who plays with amplifiers but a master electronic interpreter, and a warm, sympathetic personality. "Our first time in Berkeley," Townshend commented, "but it hasn't gone unnoticed, you know, what's happened here, and that's good."

Drummer Keith Moon, better now than when we called him "out of sight" at Monterey Pops, exactly three (long) years ago. Moon - Townshend - Daltrey, the most involved, best integrated team in popular music. And slightly off to the side playing, singing, and composing some of The Who's best numbers is the superb bassist John Alec Entwhistle.

The Who are an unbelievable combination.

Their volume is overwhelming. You flatten against your seat but your ears stay open. Their staging is perfect, using occasionally (for climactic effect) three huge Klieg lights aimed at the audience. They are blinding. "Tommy," the opera hero, is blind. The blind lead the blind.

"See me, feel me, touch me, heal me," goes a recurring line from "Tommy." Last night The Who lifted the blinders from many. We saw, felt, were touched, and healed by their incomparable music.

They played for 125 continuous astounding minutes. Minutes which will rank among the most memorable in my listening life.

Don't expect miracles to happen two nights in a row. But they are in Berkeley again this evening and a few tickets will be sold at the box office.

ROGER DALTREY Numbness of disbelief