You're talking about that sweet spot where the plot moves like a freight train but your heart's in your throat the whole time. I'm really particular about this – too much action and the suspense evaporates, it just becomes a spectacle. The ones that nail it for me are books where the action sequences create new, more terrifying problems, tightening the noose instead of providing release.
I keep going back to 'The Chain' by Adrian McKinty. The premise itself is the engine of suspense – you have to kidnap another child to save your own. Every single move the protagonist makes is fraught, and the 'action' isn't cool gunfights but desperate, morally horrifying acts under a ticking clock. The violence is sudden, ugly, and makes everything worse. It left me feeling complicit, which is a whole different kind of suspense.
For a different flavor, 'Dark Matter' by Blake Crouch throws physics-based action at you. The suspense isn't just 'will he survive?' but 'which version of his life is real, and what is he willing to obliterate to get back?' The chases across multiverses are mind-bendingly tense because the stakes are existential. The final act had me putting the book down just to breathe.