lˈækɪŋ ðə ʃˈɪɹ vˈoʊkəl ˈæmplɪtˌuːd ʌv hɪz hɪɹˈoʊɪk bˈæɹɪtˌoʊn kəntˈɛmpɚɹˌɛɹiz hˈænz hˈɑːɾɚ ænd ɹˈuːdɑːlf bˈɑːkɛlmən, hˈuːʃ kˈɑːnsəntɹˌeɪɾᵻd ɪnstˈɛd ˌɔn ɪnvˈɛstɪŋ hɪz sˈɪŋɪŋ wɪð ɐn ʌnfˈeɪlɪŋli smˈuːð lˈaɪn, ɐ ɹˈaʊndᵻd tˈoʊn ænd bjˈuːɾɪfəli lˈuːsɪd dˈɪkʃən ɪnðə mˈænɚɹ əvə sˈɛləbɹˌeɪɾᵻd dʒˈɜːmən lˈɪɹɪkbˈæɹɪtˌoʊn ɹˈaɪvəl, hˈaɪnɹɪtʃ ʃlˈʌsnəs, hˌuː wʌz hɪz sˈiːnjɚ baɪ θˈɜːtiːn jˈɪɹz.
Lacking the sheer vocal amplitude of his heroic baritone contemporaries Hans Hotter and Rudolf Bockelmann, Hüsch concentrated instead on investing his singing with an unfailingly smooth line, a rounded tone and beautifully lucid diction in the manner of a celebrated German lyric-baritone rival, Heinrich Schlusnus, who was his senior by 13 years.