I don't know what to suggest for you to do, but I can tell you that I lived with the exact same thing for 17 and a half years. I cannot tell you how many times I would call my mother, sobbing, because I had had a fight with my husband over something very minor. Almost every single one of those phone calls had me saying, "We were having a perfectly nice evening, and then all of a sudden, we were fighting about a paper clip (really--or something else totally insignificant and absurd), and I don't have any idea how it happened!" One night I was in a particularly good mood, and for some reason my husband came in and asked me something, and while I gave him a perfectly legitimate response (without snark or sarcasm or hostility--remember, I was in a particularly good mood), he didn't like what I had said and the next thing I knew, he was worked up into a good lather all on his own. I hadn't responded to his anger and increasing hostility with anger or defensiveness at all. His anger or frustration or whatever it was, caused by whatever that was, was entirely on his part. Had I even asked him what was wrong with him, it would have turned into a great big list of my faults, how I brought things up in a really offensive/hurtful/disrespectful manner and that was really our problem, and it would have been all MY fault. It was the greatest gift that God ever gave me, to let me experience that when I KNEW that I wasn't at fault for the ensuing nastiness, because I had blamed myself in part all those years for what I called "flash fights." I called them that because they came out of nowhere, like a flash flood, with every bit as much ferocity as a flash flood. The anger was all inside of him, and since I was his wife and we had no children for so many years, I was the sole focus and target. The problem is, once our child got to the age when she was able to speak and to understand what we said, he began to "flash fight" her. She finally told me, at the age of 5, that she hated it when her dad came home from work. I have since divorced him and now have my own house. I don't have the same income, but I bet I added 15 years back to my life expectancy by moving away from him. More importantly, I hope that my daughter will not seek the same sort of husband but will want someone who will cherish her and be kind to her.
I will be honest with you--marriage counseling helped some, and it might be all that you need. It certainly kept my marriage together long enough so that we were able to have our wonderful daughter, so I don't regret having tried it. However, if he is truly so quick to start fights over silly things and make you unhappy, he may not be someone you want to stay married to for the long haul. Life is too short to live through what I lived through. You begin to doubt yourself, your worth, your sanity.